Is it really time to get back into the green moving box already? Can't we just stay here at the mountain house? Its big and open, with lots of room to play and run. You and Dad are home all the time, and we can patrol the big back yard with lots of bugs, and take long afternoon naps together. You can give me tuna and salmon and I promise not to barf it up on the kitchen floor. And I promise not to spill your water when I drink out of your glass. Can't you and Dad call in sick to work, for like, forever? Do I really need to go through that five step process again already?
